Agnes Elsworth

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She had survived the fire that consumed Vonda. She had crossed the Thassa, navigated the Vosk, rebuilt her livelihood in a foreign city, and endured enough legal documents and merchant contracts to make even the most patient clerk weep.

The wardship that had begun as a matter of necessity endured long after the ink had dried. What was meant to be temporary became, by stubborn habit and mutual convenience, something far more lasting. Neither Agnes nor Gevaudan ever found a compelling reason to undo it. Four years passed in Farnacium, where she built her trade back from ash and memory, sharpened her craft, and earned a reputation for fabrics so fine they seemed to have been woven from light itself.

And yet, for all its order and prosperity, Farnacium never quite became home.

It was a place where she worked, where she prospered, where she was known. But home was something else entirely—something warmer, something chosen, something that settled in the bones and stayed there. Farnacium never managed that trick. Agnes could admire it, even respect it, but she never loved it. More often than not, she found herself looking beyond its shores and wondering whether there was still a place in the world that might fit her better.